When Metro Guy stumbled upon his dream-girl

Tell us to find some decade-old book from the wilderness of our cupboard and we dare move a muscle. Tell us to look out for the long-lost remote cell in the dark underworld of our bed and we gift you our biggest yawn. But, when it comes to finding ourselves a ‘dream girl’, we are bloody Indiana Jones. For us, it’s all a great adventure that we love to embark upon.

Like an over-enthusiastic child, we make a long list of qualities (one of our digging tool) that we most admire, and often lack. “Must be tall, but not more than us; hair to be curly but not half-boiled noodles; brainy, but with a charm; glowing skin but not a 230 volt bulb...”

The story somewhat remains the same for our metro guy. In his every metro journey, he constantly seeks out for his fascinating miss perfect. Trying to find her in every magnetic feminine face (* conditions apply). Absorbing every potential beauty around him and passing it through the process of screening, and verifying it with THE list. As a matter of fact, it’s a cumbersome procedure without any reimbursements.  

But you know what the funny thing is? It will be a totally different scenario when you come across her. Believe me; you are in for a surprise.    

While doing his usual task, i.e., searching for a seat, the metro guy stood breathless when he encountered her dream girl, gracefully standing there at the platform, just a thick, broad glass-window separating them. The list was now insignificant, as luckily he was looking at a much better version, someone who can be the optimum foundation of a fresh upgraded list. Someone he can look at with same zeal, over and over again. When from the sea of darkness, a strong source of light appears, it makes you temporary blind. You can see nothing but the hard-hitting brightness stays there for some time. Same thing happens when you see “your-type-of-girl” in a crowded place. She shines out from the pack of normal people, making you temporary blind towards those completely irrelevant. The only thing that stays there in front of your bedazzled retina is her beautiful face and it’s not hard-hitting at all. 

In a parallel universe, he would've had jumped out of the metro, approached her with a grinning face and a cheesy romantic line. But, then he realised what he looked like, and cursed himself for missing out on all those irritating romantic flicks. In the end, he just ogled her like a child with an unrealistic hope of an eye-contact. Wondering what his destiny will roll out. For the first time in his metro life, he prayed for a technical problem. So that the ride just stops there, glued to that particular frame which is so soothing to his eyes.

But, alas, the gate got closed and metro, like life, moved on. The metro guy just waved that opportunity and his dream girl goodbye. Still hopeful!